"This is not the case. It is not common to allow the artifact to exert something similar to the current appetite. Moreover, the artifact's intelligence is not complete compared to humans. The reason for this is that we cannot define the thinking pattern that we cannot understand as a lack of intelligence." Xiao Budian talked casually, his little head shaking slightly, twisting his head to combed his feathers.

Gremy heard that the clouds and mountains seemed to be confused and he couldn't help but look at the little ones with admiration. After three days of separation, there was a huge change, let alone the Tiangang Ancient Phoenix in the growth stage?

"In other words, the power of the Demon Sword Red Blood Cancel Cloud is not triggered anytime and anywhere." Gremy asked.

Xiao Budian giggled and said, "The operation of the world requires balance. If a dignified artifact can be driven by such a weak father, then what is the use of the cultivator's cultivation? Therefore, the existence of laws naturally has certainly reasonable points. You may be able to see signs of many things without any explicit restrictions to restrict the spread of subsequent logic, but the essential laws of the entire world are such an invisible form. Dad does not have enough strength to truly master the artifact. At this moment, it is just the autonomy exerted by the artifact."

Gremy gave a thumbs up and said, "Awesome".

Xiaobudian held his head proudly, looking quite conceited, but anyone could see that he was joking, so Gremy felt that Xiaobudian's intellectual development had reached a perfection. Of course, this perfection was viewed from a human perspective. After all, what Xiaobudian just said meant nothing more than not belittled other thinking patterns that he did not recognize with his personal thinking. Therefore, from the perspective of a guest official, he could not call Xiaobudian's humanization "perfection".

Then he turned his eyes back to Ye Wuchou. He looked extremely chic in the blood beads all over the sky, with his long silver hair dancing one after another, and there was an invisible drag force that reflected it.

Ye Wuchou held the sword hilt of the Red Blood Remnant Cloud in both hands. The crazy surging force poured in like the Yellow River breaking the dam. The powerful explosive power spreads out on a plane. When a certain critical point is reached, the blood beads in the sky radiate everywhere and gather at an extremely fast speed. The huge blood groove of the Red Blood Remnant Cloud shines, and the suffocating pressure spreads out from here as the center.

Blood beads rushed into the blood trough in unison, and Ye Wuqiu's eyes suddenly showed a creeping blood red. If you didn't look carefully, you would think it was covered with blood. But if you observe carefully enough, you will find that his pupils seemed to have turned into crystal clear red agate, swimming in this beautiful scene like a star.

The Shura-eating beast was already crawling on the ground in a weak state. It spitted out the snake letter powerlessly, its little eyes were filled with fear. He felt that the power of his domain was being ruthlessly withdrawn. You should know that the cultivation field is a gathering of hard work and sincere blood. At this time, being ruthlessly plundered by others really made it feel angry and bleeding in its heart.

But no matter what, the pressure of the artifact is enough to kill anyone who is dissatisfied with it. Shura's simple thinking of eating human beast made him tremble at the devouring of the red blood and remnant clouds.

The sea of ​​blood had passed away like ashes, and all the essence of the field was swallowed up by the red blood clouds. The broken organs of those people killed by Shura human-eating beasts were scattered all over the ground, emitting a strong stench.

"Chu Qing" had already landed on the ground in a daze, his eyes were straight, as if he was wandering around the sky.

Ye Wuchou felt his whole body sore and swollen. The hilt of the Red Blood Cancel Cloud's sword seemed to have a barb, and he felt a piercing pain. At the same time, Ye Wuchou staggered and stepped on half of his arm. When he slipped, he immediately sat in the pile of corpses.

A strong stench lingers in his nose, but he doesn't care about being disgusted at this time, because he feels in a trance. The sense of estrangement from the real world is really like diving into the deep sea to see the world, unable to make a sound, and it's like a silent silent film that is being staged in loneliness, revealing the meaning of sadness everywhere and vertically.

"Your Highness!" Gremy rushed over in screams, but for Ye Wuchou, it was just the last look at the picture in front of him. Then, his consciousness entered another scene.

This is a sea of ​​corpses and blood. The endless purgatory scenery is the basic tone here. He walked on the floating corpse blankly. The soft feeling was his unforgettable zone of thought, but this scene was vividly staged.

Am I dreaming? Ye Wuqiu looked around and found that his limbs were intact. He pinched himself, and the severe pain kept reminding him that all this was happening.

Ye Wuchou never felt such doubts about the environment he was in. This was all a super trick to blame the master of the Illusion. As the saying goes, once you are bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the rope for ten years. Originally, Ye Wuchou was extremely difficult to be true or not in his world. However, the Master of the Illusion made him understand a truth: to some extent, any human sensory gain is unreliable, that is, you think what you have experienced is real, but in the eyes of others, it is just a dream.

The question of rising to philosophical significance came to his mind. Ye Wuchou immediately smiled bitterly, then shook his head and looked around. He saw that there was no place to settle down in his position. The position he was standing was extremely disgusting pustule blood. The white-rotted floating corpse had already shown an extremely inflated posture. It was obvious that it would burst into blood mist in the future.

Ye Wuchou immediately turned pale. Although the battle he experienced in the swamp was tragic, the opponent was zombies and gargoyles after all. The pressure they could put on people was simply coercion for survival. At this moment, the pressure on the floating corpse was indeed from bullying deep in his heart.

He moved his feet unbearably and tried to take a step, but there were many floating corpses around him, and if they wanted to move, they would have to step on some of them. But who can be sure that these floating corpses would not explode after being stepped on? Ye Wuchou asked himself that he could not guarantee it, but there was no other good way, so he could only pace in the spot anxiously.

Not far away, there is a mountain of earth, which seems to be an isolated island in the boundless sea of ​​blood, with a small path leading to the top of the mountain. Ye Wuchou narrowed his eyes and condensed his eyes and saw that something seemed to be placed on the top of the mound.

Ye Wuchou immediately found hope and target, and he quickly pulled his legs and moved in that direction.

But no matter what, the pressure of the artifact is enough to kill anyone who is dissatisfied with it. Shura's simple thinking of eating human beast made him tremble at the devouring of the red blood and remnant clouds.

The sea of ​​blood had passed away like ashes, and all the essence of the field was swallowed up by the red blood clouds. The broken organs of those people killed by Shura human-eating beasts were scattered all over the ground, emitting a strong stench.

"Chu Qing" had already landed on the ground in a daze, his eyes were straight, as if he was wandering around the sky.

Ye Wuchou felt his whole body sore and swollen. The hilt of the Red Blood Cancel Cloud's sword seemed to have a barb, and he felt a piercing pain. At the same time, Ye Wuchou staggered and stepped on half of his arm. When he slipped, he immediately sat in the pile of corpses.

A strong stench lingers in his nose, but he doesn't care about being disgusted at this time, because he feels in a trance. The sense of estrangement from the real world is really like diving into the deep sea to see the world, unable to make a sound, and it's like a silent silent film that is being staged in loneliness, revealing the meaning of sadness everywhere and vertically.

"Your Highness!" Gremy rushed over in screams, but for Ye Wuchou, it was just the last look at the picture in front of him. Then, his consciousness entered another scene.

This is a sea of ​​corpses and blood. The endless purgatory scenery is the basic tone here. He walked blankly on the floating corpse. The soft feeling was his unforgettable zone of thought, but this scene was vividly staged.

Am I dreaming? Ye Wuqiu looked around and found that his limbs were intact. He pinched himself, and the severe pain kept reminding him that all this was happening.

Ye Wuchou never felt such doubts about the environment he was in. This was all a super trick to blame the master of the Illusion. As the saying goes, once you are bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the rope for ten years. Originally, Ye Wuchou was extremely difficult to be true or not in his world. However, the Master of the Illusion made him understand a truth: to some extent, any human sensory gain is unreliable, that is, you think what you have experienced is real, but in the eyes of others, it is just a dream.

The question of rising to philosophical significance came to his mind. Ye Wuchou immediately smiled bitterly, then shook his head and looked around. He saw that there was no place to settle down in his position. The position he was standing was extremely disgusting pustule blood. The white-rotted floating corpse had already shown an extremely inflated posture. It was obvious that it would burst into blood mist in the future.

Ye Wuchou immediately turned pale. Although the battle he experienced in the swamp was tragic, the opponent was zombies and gargoyles after all. The pressure they could put on people was simply coercion for survival. At this moment, the pressure on the floating corpse was indeed from bullying deep in his heart.

He moved his feet unbearably and tried to take a step, but there were many floating corpses around him, and if they wanted to move, they would have to step on some of them. But who can be sure that these floating corpses would not explode after being stepped on? Ye Wuchou asked himself that he could not guarantee it, but there was no other good way, so he could only pace in the spot anxiously.

Not far away, there is a mountain of earth, which seems to be an isolated island in the boundless sea of ​​blood, with a small path leading to the top of the mountain. Ye Wuchou narrowed his eyes and condensed his eyes and saw that something seemed to be placed on the top of the mound.
Chapter completed!